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Bachelor's Return

By: Clarissa Yip | Other books by Clarissa Yip
Published By: Lyrical Press, Inc.
Published: Apr 17, 2011
ISBN # 9781616502638

Word Count: 17,000
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Price: $2.50

Available in: Epub, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

Categories: Contemporary Fiction

Description

Returning home brings the most unexpected surprises…hot and dangerous.

She didn’t believe in happily ever after. He needed to protect his bachelorhood.

Melissa Johnson, aka, the Brat, had always blamed James Bauer for ruining her for other men. After years of crushing on James, she knew she had to get him out of her system.

James Bauer enjoyed his single life and dreaded returning home to see his blind-date-setting mother, until one fateful night, he found his nemesis in tight black leather, working at a dance club, of all places. Once their touch ignites the fire and longing for each other, will it be enough to keep them together, or send James back to the city?

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Excerpt:

Cara, the blonde, stood up and moved to his side. “We’re putting together wedding favors.” She showed him a two-by-two white box tied with brown and green ribbon. He studied it. To him, it was just a box.

“They look nice.”

“You should help us. We have another two hundred to do before Melissa comes back with the favors themselves,” said Betty, the redhead.

His smile faltered. As much as he loved his sister, there was no way in hell he would spend an afternoon tying pretty little bows on cardboard. “Well--”

“Can someone help me carry in the boxes?”

James whirled around. “I’ll help,” he offered before he knew who spoke.

He stopped and stared. His eyes trailed over three-inch black pumps, sleek long legs clad in a black pencil skirt and lilac-colored blouse that hugged the perkiest breasts he’d ever seen. He zeroed in on the face behind black-wired frames and felt a jolt down to his groin, then frowned.

“Brat?” he asked.